Friends, can we be that?

Listeners, advisors, shoulders, supporters.

Feline to Canine, can you honestly see that?

When you inhale a fragrance so intoxicating that it doubles you over

With need so raw so pure that the blood runs hot in your veins.

Can I still be your homegirl?

Swollen pink lips glossed to perfection enticing an erection of salute

That would bring a soldier shame

Can we talk politics?

Skin that glows from the sun's kisses untouched by the harshness of life.

Smooth to the touch

Can you not touch?

Will you kneel with me and pray?

For eyes that betray the captive desire searching for freedom

To see without incrimination, to blink away the flirtation

That lies beneath the surface of Friends.

Can we discuss my day?

Not lingering into the night

When the vampires bite and the witches enlights

Us with their bewitching tales of pleasure to come

If only I would come over to your hide away.

Far away where no one could see us pretend

To be nothing more than just

Friends.